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shy glizzy - rich shooters lyrics

[intro: q da fool]
bow, bow
rich shooter, uh, rich shooter
yeah, d-mn
yeah, hundred round goon
uh, b-tch i’m herwin on the spoon
i’m dope

[verse 1: q da fool]
f-ck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety
i might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby
i’ve been poppin’ rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy
i can’t f-ck with rappers, i ain’t been feelin’ rappers lately
in and out of jail, i swear them crackers drove me crazy
i might smoke a n-gg-, i might give his mother daisies
rest in peace bob ’cause that’s how bob raised me
he was f-ckin’ with that dope, medellin, we was wavy
f-ck a deal, ’cause the bricks and scales really paid me
coulda been in mercedes, f-ck 12 tryna frame me
outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go monkey
i really dropped n-gg-s broad day
i’ma show ’em how the mob play
get up close, personal, my sh-t face to face (face to face)
you could pick a time, you could pick a place, i’ma beat the case (f-ck n-gg-)
finesse plug, finesse buy you through everything (i do everything)
i know one thing, i ain’t ever buyin’ no weddin’ ring (f-ck that b-tch)
y’all was ridin’ d-cks, i was outside doin’ better things
first time i called my mother locked up, she said, you better swing
attempted murder, i was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
i run all in this sh-t (man, why?) ’cause the b-tch green (man, f-ck that n-gg-)

[chorus: shy glizzy]
i appreciate your moments ’cause i never had nothin’
used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money
i remember she was stallin’, now she got that -ss jumpin’
me, my n-gg-s, we be ballin’, we can’t wait to buy somethin’
i’m a rich shooter, baby, i’m a rich shooter
we some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters
3 got the macky and that b-tch came with a ruler (godd-mn, godd-mn)
we the f-ckin’ rich shooters, f-ck these n-gg-s, they some losers

[verse 2: shy glizzy]
i was built to win, no i can’t ever ever lose
b-tch, they call me jefe with a mothaf-ckin’ tool (young jefe, holmes)
they act like they don’t f-ck with me, they watch my every move
b-tch, it’s me and q da fool, we ain’t cool with you, too
you ain’t no f-ckin’ stepper, where your mothaf-ckin’ weapon?
first gun i ever shot it was a .38 special
it’s gg to the world, bro, we’re on another level (gg for life)
and it’s long live 30, b-tch, i scream that sh-t forever (30, 30)
b-tch i’m ridin’ on tre-7 in a f-ckin’ r8 (skrrt)
you can come and get an eight ball or get a whole plate
i don’t need a d-mn extendo, f&n is on my waist
and i don’t even send a memo, i just get your -ss erased
we like the ups for bills, yeah, do the mail
my b-tch, she like chanel, got all the bags and all the heels
where i’m from they like to k!ll, keep that chopper by the wheel
i seen some n-gg- tell, bow, bow, go to h-ll

- shy glizzy lyrics

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